| Yo since the first time this little boy picked up a mic
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| I’ve been dreaming for the day that you would hear it and like
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| Every word that I spit hoping you could relate
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| To every pain that I’ve been feeling since I came out the gate
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| Used to dream about making it a six-figure deal
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| To show this world that this life that I’ve been living is real
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| When I make it I’m gonna do everything that I’ve promised
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| By remaining honest and praise to my God I’ll pay homage
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| Take my parents out the stress that they’ve known all they life
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| And pay all of their bills never gotta work till they die
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| No more asking for extensions to avoid late fees
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| And no more late nights crying by their bed on their knees
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| No buying food on credit cause we’re lacking the funds
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| No more wondering where all of this money will come from
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| God will see me to the day when these words breathe life
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| And manifest the very faith that I continue to write
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| A young kid growing up it was hard to adapt
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| The world didn’t love me so I started to rap it’s cause…
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| I… I have a dream, I… I have a dream
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| Late nights all alone steady feeling confused
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| I took a look at my life ain’t got nothing to lose it’s cause…
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| I… I have a dream, I… I have a dream
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| A young girl growing up it was hard to adapt
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| I felt like every other girl was given life with a map
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| They seemed to know where they were going
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| I didn’t know jack, I had to play it cool never let them see where I’m at
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| But baby girl got tired, and I would never see my daddy
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| All the boys were liars, and they were always getting at me
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| You see I tried hard to remove all the scars
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| But I could never see my dreams they were always too far
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| Dreams of being free dreams of being able to sing
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| I dreamt a man loved me cause I wasn’t scared to be me
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| I saw a life where every woman had respect for herself
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| And every little girl would run and ask her mommy for help
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| I’m not afraid to write a song that exposes my pain
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| I lived my life backwards so when it poured it rained
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| But I got through the weather now I’m changing the game
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| And dreaming remains the source of everything we proclaim
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| A young buck only knee high
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| With thoughts of reaching the sky
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| Rocked ball caps but knew
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| My crown was a king size
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| A product of my father’s labor
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| And my mother’s reprise
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| To keep my eyes past the
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| Blue collar and live wise
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| I can’t lie, I thought of what it would be like
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| If I compromise
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| Walk a lie
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| Spit death instead of life
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| Choose to cross the line
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| Keep a foot on both sides
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| But the dream is too large
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| For it to be hid inside
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| My kid’s seeds will inherit daddies dreams
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| Daddies dreams of never having to hustle for the green
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| Or being a slave to mans work
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| Just to meet their needs
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| And mami and papi
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| Will reap the harvest of my deeds
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| I paint a path for a generation to come
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| No longer a peasant or slave
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| Your own kingdom
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| I scream freedom
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| And let it echo through the slums
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| Rise up pump your fist
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| And march to the pace of the drum |